All Chapters of SOLD TO THE BARBARIAN ALPHA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ara's POVThe horse was faster than I thought. She moved quickly but carefully, fast enough to get me to the arena on time.She knew how important it was for me to get there.We were getting close. I could hear people cheering. The host was calling out the names of the final four.I wondered what he was thinking. Was he happy I wasn’t there?Did he want me to survive? Was he waiting for me?These thoughts rushed through my mind. I didn’t even realize we had reached the arena. Everyone looked shocked to see me on a horse.The alpha, Brago, stood up and pointed at me. Then I saw Sebastian. He looked right at me. He looked away for a second, but I didn’t take my eyes off him.“How did she make it through? She was supposed to be dead! How is this even possible?” I heard Freya say. She was the woman I had fought—she had almost killed me.“Calm down, Freya,” Franco said, holding her back.I stepped down from the horse, still glaring at her.“Finally, the five survivors have made it,” the ho

Sebastian POVI bore her in mine arms. Her body, weak as a wilted leaf, lay close to my chest. I held her fast, for fear she might vanish like mist in the morning.The warmth of my chambers wrapped around us. Gently, I placed her upon my bed. She lay still—eyes shut, breath light. Brago’s scent still clung to her, clouding her senses.I sat beside her, gazing long upon her face. Fair she was—her brows shaped like the wings of swans, her lips soft as rose petals in bloom.Surely, the Moon Goddess herself shaped her from starlight and fire. She was beauty made flesh.I recalled the first moment I laid eyes upon her—in the wide meadow, her hair red as the dying sun, dancing behind her as the wind played its tune. Each smile of hers struck me like a warrior’s blade, swift and true.Though the past had faded, still I longed for her nearness.My hand rose to the mark on my neck—the bond forged by the Fates. Only she could see it, if she were to accept me as her mate. But she had turned away

Ara lay still. Her body was sore and heavy. Even if she wished to open her eyes, they would not obey.
She was tired—deeply so. Then came voices. Cold. Familiar. “Sebastian, I know you are angry,” said Gargath, “but you cannot do this. Vaxar is still one of us—” “Enough, Gargath,” Sebastian cut in. “Betrayal is betrayal. I knew something was wrong the moment she agreed to let Ara join. She planned this.” “But—” “No more. Call the council. Vaxar must be punished.” Gargath could not change his mind. Sebastian had learned of Vaxar’s schemes.He was not pleased. Gargath bowed and left. He sighed as he stepped away—tired and disheartened. Then he heard a sound from Ara’s bed. He turned back. He smiled. “Are you awake?” No reply. He stepped close, sat by her side, and gently touched her hair. “Rest. You need your strength,” he whispered. He began to rise, but Ara’s hand grasped his. “Stay,” she said weakly. “What?” Her eyes opened, though dim. She could

The Elite Order The horn had sounded. An emergency council had been called, and the Elites, bound by blood and oath, gathered swiftly beneath the stone-arched roof of the Old Chamber. A grave report had arrived—an outsider had crossed the sacred line, breaking the laws laid down by the First Howl. Varg, the high Alpha of the Elite Alpha Pack, had summoned them all. Each Alpha took their place in the Circle, as was their ancient custom. The chamber stood cold and still, with a great round table carved from mountain rock at its heart, ringed by twelve seats—each bearing the crest of its holder. Varg was last to arrive. Cloaked in furs dark as night, he entered in silence. He bowed to the Circle and sat. “Alphas,” he said, voice low as distant thunder, “I greet you on short notice. I come with news dire and strange. I have been made aware of the North King’s return.” Deves, seated at Varg’s right, stiffened. “The North King?” he said, voice sharp with disbelief. “Aye, Deves,” V

Sebastian’s POV I could feel it—her pain, sharp as a seax’s blade between my ribs. It was not my will to wound her, yet she held no weight in my thoughts at that moment. Ever did she bring storms upon me, and still, the sight of her weeping gnawed at my bones. Her tears alone were enough to unsettle me for days. Worse still, I had to endure these wretched siblings. "I remember now—this is the slave who won the games some days past. Aye, it is her. She sparks my interest, you see..."The bastard Lewis spoke, cleaving through my thoughts. I knew his gaze had settled upon Ara, but after the blood-price I took from him, I had hoped he would not dare to harbor such desires. "Interest?" I raised a brow. "What nonsense spills from your lips now, brother?" "Oh, dear sister, your wits move slow as winter ice. The slave who seeks your husband’s heart is the very one you just saw," he revealed. "What?!" Crystal whirled toward me, eyes sharp as frost. "What is he saying, Sebastian?" "